Panjawi
At this point most folks are reasonably familiar with that name, it is a complex environment. It is also where most of us experienced our first true combat. Up until the time our Coy/ Pl went into Panjawi we had been IED'd multiple times, VBIE'd, rocketed, RPG'd, attacked in various ways. But it was not until Panjawi we experienced prolonged combat with an enemy that didnt 'shoot and scoot'.
For our Pl it required us to evolve everyday, sometimes every hour. We entered the outer rim during the middle of the night at the beginning of the op and within 15 minutes we were in an ambush while driving to our positions. Fought through RPG fire and small arms with only 1 antennea getting hit. Upon consolidating it was decided to use another route, we were again ambushed, but this time decided to take 'their' ground from them. While this was going on, pretty much every other element involved was also fighting it out in their various areas. The sky looked like something out of the Baghdad footage from the old days. Tracer everyhwere, theirs and ours. And the blessed Boom Boom Boom of 25mm.
Being in the air hatch we would fire at targets, drop down to reload and swap out with the next guy who had just done the same. Occasionally the 'green fire hose' of RPK tracer would direct itself at us and we'd drop down fast squishing the other guys while it passed over us. Forced the TB in our area to bugger off ( the ones still alive ) and prepared to enter the town on foot at first light. We'd been fighting now for about 2-3 hours, off and on.
The Lav's provided overwatch while we would locate a feasible way for them to enter the town, clearing as we went. Found many dead TB, and drag marks and kit. As we were making our way down an outer road to link up with one of our Pl's we were hit again, near the rear of our Pl where the ANA/ETT were. They took up positions along a wall and returned fire while we moved back to their positions. Again RPG, RPK and small arms, and now a mortar.
Quickly linked up just short of the ANA with the other section comd and asked him to 'dust the rooftops' with grenades to suppress the small arms, this way I could get my guys up to the wall and help the ANA out. That is the footage from the combat camera of grenades being thrown one after another over the wall. This was the first time under contact I had to make decisions as a leader, using what I thought was a dried vineyard my sect got moving and had to cover about 50m to get to the wall where the ANA were. Quickly sank calf deep in a not so dry vineyard and sloshed our way forward taking small arms and the occasional mortar round ( not accurate, but noisy ) The RPG's that missed the wall, sailed over us, but the soft ground also helped absorb them.
Finally made it to the wall and started defining targets, and returing fire. As the lads got shooting I spent time going to each one and asking what he was engaging, firing a few rounds and making my way down the line to the next guy. Found the ETT and linked up with him, talked about the situation and targets. We decided to 'step up' the fire from both of our sections to start winning the firefight.
Winning the firefight....remember being assessed and hearing 'ok, you won the firefight and then you...'
Winning the firefight can be an ever evolving event. It's not a 'phase' or 'checkbox' and procceed to the next step. At this point our Pl WO arrived with the C-6 and added its weight. The ETT very calmly got his own RPG gunners to get ready to return fire, and I had one of my guys get his M-72 ready . Holy loud batman. Fighting is generally louder then you think it will be, but with all that firepower going at the enemy it was body shaking. Not that I wasnt shaking pretty good anyway. An incoming RPG can have quite an effect on you even when it isnt a direct hit, several hit our wall or just in front, and its....unsettling. Now it was our turn to unsettle them.
Either we scored enough hits, or hit close enough, that the enemy fire slackened dramatically. The other sect had secured one flank while the Chimo's attached to us had moved up a bit earlier and secured the other flank. The Pl comd was coordinating the big stuff with higher right on the firing line with us, calmly describing the situation, and asking for, and getting every asset he wanted. No umpire to say 'no'.
This also has an effect on the lads, a very positive one. Anytime our arty, or CAS helps us out, it was a powerful morale booster. That's our stuff, our big toys, we have them, you (they) dont, you perk up when a minute ago you were exhausted, smiles break out, you know you will win.
You dont always know what the outcome of a fight will be, are we winning? are they? Every fight I was in had a dramatically different 'feel' or 'tone'. And during a particular fight it can change. As this was our first real fight on the ground, we were miles from experienced or savy, didnt know what to expect. All of these things do eventually dawn on you, different bullet noises, RPG noises, grenade blasts, enemy shouts and your own shouts.
We were told to pull back, let the 'big toys' finish the enemy off, grab the Lav's and go in and mop up. Broke contact, and moved back to the overwatch position. Aside from dehydration ( 0630 and 45degrees ) some sprains and hearing loss, all ok. Rebomb boys were going back in. Everyone was ready in moments.
We began to evolve.
We had survived, now we would become aggresive. We would no longer just sit behind a wall, we would push, attack, flank and get as close as we could and finish the enemy. This evolution happens to everyone. Not only did you survive, you didnt piss yourself ( much ) your friends and sect mates are with you, you defeated the enemy in a real fight, it wasnt pretty, it wasnt what you expected ( but some of it was ), but it worked. All of the little things in training paid off huge. Drills, trust, teamwork. And now some experience, not alot, but enough to start pushing back hard.
Our first day in Panjawi our PL had 5 TIC's. I dont remember sleeping or eating, or needing to, I just remember being with my friends doing what I'd trained my whole career to do.
As always these are the experiences I had with my Pl. Not doctrine, or the gospel on how to fight a battle. I realize after writing this one it was more of what was going on in my head then how the fight was fought. Maybe that will help the next guy going over.